Cold Feet

Chapter 8

VIOLA

I get back to the table and sit down beside Ashley after the new bar limit has been confirmed. She looks at me and smiles.

“You were gone a while,” she smiles knowingly waiting for me to spill the beans.

“I had to sort out the bar limit,” I reply blushing. “I wasn’t with him all the time.”

“Could have fooled me,” Ashley says. Bursting with curiosity, she asks, “What did he want?”

“To get together after the wedding,” I smile.

“Really?” Ashley asks surprised. “He doesn’t take it slow does he?”

I blush again as I think of just how slow we didn’t take it. I shake my head not trusting my voice to answer as I avoid Ashley’s gaze.

“You tart!” she whispers. “You didn’t!”

“Didn’t what?” I ask feigning ignorance but still not looking at her.

“I know you,” Ashley whispers again. “You dirty little girl!” she teases.

I look at her and feign offense. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I smile.

“C’mon. Tell me, tell me!” she whispers, begging like a little child.

I have worked with Ashley for a long time and we are good friends. She knows me well and I know her well too. I’m enjoying stringing her along.

“We didn’t…” I say and let the thought hang in the air.

“…but?” she prompts.

“I had to come back here for the bar limit but you can call me commando,” I say as I sip my drink.

“Commando?” Ashley asks confused and then it hits her. Her hand flies to her mouth as she realizes what I mean. “Oh my…”

I smile at her and wink. Then her eyes flick to a point above and behind my head and a moment later I hear his voice again.

“Is this seat taken?” he asks.

Of course not, and if it was, it would have become vacant right now just for you, I think before I reply. “No, but I’m guessing it’s about to be.”

“That all depends on whether you’ll permit me to be seated,” he smiles as he waits for permission.

What a gentleman, I think wondering what he’s done with my panties.

and then add,

chair out and sits as I look at Ashley. She gives me a quick wink and then

you from your busy schedule for

“You may,” I reply.

of this wedding. It’s fabulous.” Rick says lightly. His voice is confident. It has an authoritative but kind tone. One that says, I’m

of wood and it’s strong. Not in

again. I’m blushing between my thighs and I’m pretty sure he knows it. I squeeze my thighs

birdie told me that you’re one of the top wedding

do the best I can for my clients. They are important and

a very noble way

works wonders, don’t you? I will add though that you had me under the

I simply believe in giving credit where credit is

I incline my

moment aside?

about?” I ask surprised.

it or not. I believe I’m also one of the best at what I

Did he just start to talk business? I start to feel deflated, disappointed.

have a big network of

niche service,” he replies. “I doubt you have someone like me on your

respond. “What exactly is it that you

a business card. He returns his wallet to his jacket pocket and hands

am mesmerized by his

a lawyer,” Rick

me hard. A

to collaborate with a lawyer?” I don’t like lawyers for personal reasons and I can’t help the hint of irritation that

prenups drawn up before they get married.

slowly. “Okay, that

forward and continues, “That’s just the beginning

you mean by

there’s the

glass. When my coughing fit is done, I take another few sips so my voice

“Yes, divorce,” he repeats.

happened between us earlier is wiped out. I feel like

is one of the most beautiful days a couple

beautiful days.

assume every marriage is going to end in divorce sooner or later?” I ask incredulously. This time I keep my voice low enough so

me give you an idea of what I’m talking about. In California alone, divorce rates are

as bad as divorce?” I ask

like to guess what the national average is? It’ll make you wonder why ‘till death do us

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